The day felt warm, and Becca started to feel at peace again. Was it still strange that it felt nice talking to Calbee, even if their relationship was so different now? Well, whatever their relationship was going to be because well, this was the first time they’d seen each other in so long. Then again, she couldn’t talk about how stupid social norms were when she was five or six. Becca raised a brow when Calbee brought up whatever ‘Mom’ used to say. Was that supposed to be a common saying wherever he was or? “Mom?” Becca asked, looking up at him again. “Calbee I’ve had like, five. You gotta be more specific.” She clarified.
It was probably just a phrase but Becca still felt something strange about having her mom brought up. Probably because none of them ever really felt like her mom. Then again, what did her mom really feel like? Becca was glad that she soon wasn’t the only one in confusion. Apparently Calbee knew just as much as how their relationship was working as much as she did, which was absolutely nothing. “Maybe.” Becca shrugged. “I mean, I’m nineteen. You look like you could be like, mid-teens early twenties. Let’s make you nineteen too.” She concluded. “You know what’s weird?” She asked, “I don’t remember if you looked this age when I was little, or if you looked like a kid like me.”
If there was a reason that Becca was taking all of this on rather well and quickly after the initial shock, then it hadn’t made itself clear yet. But there wasn’t anything wrong with having someone to talk to who’ll answer back instead of putting her on read. Becca yawned, snuggling more with her backpack. “I could fall asleep right now,” she said, seeing that Calbee was still up in the air. Or standing. She pat the ground next to her, wanting him to sit.
It was probably just a phrase but Becca still felt something strange about having her mom brought up. Probably because none of them ever really felt like her mom. Then again, what did her mom really feel like? Becca was glad that she soon wasn’t the only one in confusion. Apparently Calbee knew just as much as how their relationship was working as much as she did, which was absolutely nothing. “Maybe.” Becca shrugged. “I mean, I’m nineteen. You look like you could be like, mid-teens early twenties. Let’s make you nineteen too.” She concluded. “You know what’s weird?” She asked, “I don’t remember if you looked this age when I was little, or if you looked like a kid like me.”
If there was a reason that Becca was taking all of this on rather well and quickly after the initial shock, then it hadn’t made itself clear yet. But there wasn’t anything wrong with having someone to talk to who’ll answer back instead of putting her on read. Becca yawned, snuggling more with her backpack. “I could fall asleep right now,” she said, seeing that Calbee was still up in the air. Or standing. She pat the ground next to her, wanting him to sit.